A COLD FRONT was blowing in from the south and the icy wind on the Free State plains was unpleasantly strong. I love hunting, but on a day like this, I would rather have been at home. However, I had a ration quota to fill, so I headed for a certain sheltered valley, hoping to find some animals hiding there from the wind.
AT THE VALLEY entrance stood a couple of strangely twisted Karee trees. Leaving my bakkie, I took my rifle and shooting sticks and set off. It was like stepping into a different world: the open grass plains gave way to stands of taaibos and sweet thorn trees, and the wind, while still strong, had lessened noticeably. Within ten minutes I saw something white. My binoculars revealed it…
